Nanny Goats Soap Box
Pretty pathetic about how much people sue these days... I agree - shit happens.
well you little criminal you! ha ha ha
smiles, bee
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That was really cute and you totally had me at the MAP. OMG. I think every post from now on needs a map.
I think the bike was probably possessed, a la Christine. It wasn't your fault at all!
I miss the 70s I really do. I wish our kids could go back and have a few of those moments in simple terms, with simple outcomes.
Why do I have scenes from Thelma and Louise running through my head?
LOL
I am with Holly on the map thing... very cool and very CNN of you!
I announced that I was going to run away and my mom made me wait till she made me a sandwich because she wasn't going to let me go on an empty stomach. By the time I finished eating my pbj and milk the thought of running away had lost a bit of it's glamor.
Had this happened today, you wouldn't have gotten far. The FBI and Homeland Security would have been dispatched and you would have been taken to a secret prison, accused of hate crimes and terrorism. After a week or so of water-boaring and Kenny G music, you would have confessed to not only running Tommy over with the bike, but you would have also told them about your plan to poison the world's tacos, thereby pissing off Mexico to the point that they would have declared war on siestas. Then the Germans would have gotten involved, proclaiming that it was all France's idea about the tacos. The world would be thrown in to WWIII. Millions would die. And then how would you feel?
Your style of writing is so appealing to me and the story was funny. It brings back memories of my own childhood, and how I felt when I had done something wrong and not intentionally. So I can almost feel the mental pain!
Take care
Ingrid
You've done it again! Takes me back to the "old days" except of course mine are older than yours. Funny!
That reminds me of when I hurt some kid that was younger than me and I just ran and hid. I'm not sure if I ever got caught or not. Good memories!
Yeah, the good old days...thanks for the mammaries! 
During the 70's I was in junior then high school. Different shenanigans, but a great time nonetheless.
Enjoyed your post.
Oh, I'm still laughing. I was reading it out loud to every one I could find- the guy on the corner is still looking at me strange (which isn't unusual.) I'm adding NannyGoats to the Blogroll for every one of my blogs.
It's not attempted murder if it was an accident. ;3
I love your blog May I add it to "My blogs of note?" and my other blog one I don't remember what I called it! lol
You know what was amazing ? The fact that we were allowed out and up and down streets in the 70's. Now a days you're afraid to let your kid go anywhere. "Up the street ? Are you kidding me ? Litle suzey could get robbed and kidnapped and pimped/ tricked out, and come back as a 2 dollar hooker before she makes it back down the street to her home".
I was the one who got run over by a bike when I was a kid. No stitches, but there were skid marks on my body. I could have been road kill. LOL
Poor little Timmy (Or whatever his name was). That's what happens when you're the one running the other person over, isn't it? You don't even know his name and don't care to know. That's how you cruel, sick people work. 
Usually I was the one get running over by you and my name was Tommy.
My daughter wants to know why I am laughing. hehe. Too funny, being a fugitive.
I love the way you tell the story. I loved growing up in the 70's. I tell my kids stories all the time about how simple it was. And there was such a thing as guilt and shame.
One family's cookie jar money is another family's beer fund.
Nice story.
Thanks for the shout out. I appreciate you reading the mammary post. Seems like the posts where I actually write do worse than the posts where I publish lots of pictures and silly captions.
I never grew up in the 70s, but if I did I imagine something like this would happen to me all the time. Love the entry.
I once dropped a garage door on the head of a six-year-old hemophiliac boy.
So you were a little shit?! Me too.
Oh.My.Gosh you just triggered my own repressed memory of when I, too, ran away at age 7!
Mine wasn't nearly as perilous as yours, but still... I made it at least 5 blocks before the fuzz picked me up.
I miss the days when not people didn't sue people. Life was so uncomplicated then.
Even when I was a kid, neighbor parents would dole out time-outs while they called our respective parents. Like double punishment... but, you're right, no suing.
And then 10 years later you graduated to cars ... and Bummer.
Remind me not to go anywhere on foot if I ever get to Sacramento.
'Cuz I wanna live to laugh at more of your misfortunes. (*wink*)
Back then parents didn't sue, kids actually played outside, and liked it, and penny candy actually cost a penny.
Too bad kids now a days don't get to experience life like we did then.
Excellent story-- and amazing how those little things as a kid loomed so big and terrifying we wondered how we'd ever survive...
As a fellow kid of the 70s, I totally understand the "suck it up and move on" philosophy we grew up with then.
Plus, I like to think the pain was good for our character... Or at least for our storytelling.
Now, you'd be on Judge Judy, though!
Lol that's pretty intense... You're pretty violent as it seems.. That was hilarious.. You're a juve on the making... haha
My sis and I kidnapped the 3 year old twins (boys) from down the street, put em on the backs of our tricylces, and ran away to downtown smalltown usa. We rode through the drugstore isles and Mr. Vicar called mom. I was 5, sis was 4. We got spanked with the back of a hairbrush...and the twins were not allowed to play with us anymore. We were "outlaws".
Funny Post Margaret!!
Melly: sounds like the inklings of great post on your own site!
Did you live in the house next to the hardware store? lol and you ran a whole block over. hehe good story
Abalone: i DID live next door to the hardware store! You must be from Sacto too!
Well thank goodness you straightened up! Look how close you came to a life of drugs and criminal acts and gambling. Whew! You just never realize how close you are to a disastrous life.
So...I can't turn you in and get reward money or something?
Well, then why am I here?
On the lamb.
Get it?
Cuz goats are kind of like lambs and you were on the lam and --
oh, jesus, never mind. I shouldn't try to be funny, I don't do it well. Quit inspiring me.
i tried so hard to run away as a kid...but i always ended up getting too hungry. i wasn't smart enough to actually, you know, bring food with me or anything...
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